XSal: -- told you not to bring trouble on yourself --Lena: Yes, Sal.Ana: They a dead kid on the roof. Knife wound.Fausto: Murdoch's work then.Ana: Which one was Murdoch? I hear the talkin', but I got to stay out of sight. I never see.Fausto: Short dark kid. The drippin' blood part ain't his usual.Ana: Huh. It always the little what are you doing with that gun?Elroy: I coulda helped --Ana: You do not touch the guns. You do not look at the guns. You do not think --Elroy: I wasn't gonna hurt myself with it! I ain't dumb!Ana: Hurt your -- Give me that! -- can't just find a Berthal 220 layin' in the dumpster unlike some people I could mention --Fausto: Nod and smile, petit. Just nod and smile.

SPX is this weekend, and I'm of two minds about it. Basically, if I wake up tomorrow and think, 'Sure! I'll hop in the car with my four-month-old, drive six hours, and spend a day finding out how aforesaid infant reacts to insane crowds! Sounds perfect!', I'll be there. If I wake up sane, I won't. I give it about 50/50 odds. If you feel like putting your thumb on the scales (or will just, you know, be at SPX), hey, I have this comment section....

Her perfect husband wants a divorce, and people are dying in houses she never knew she owned. What rotten foundation has Daria's perfect world been built upon, and what will it cost her to tear it down?